The sky had grown fully dark.
On the street around midnight, few vehicles were to be seen and pedestrians were almost non-existent.
You Mingxu opened her eyes, slowly steadying herself by holding onto the front seat, and sat up straight. Her extremities were still numb, but her strength was gradually returning. Chen Feng was driving, with the champion in the front seat. The occupants next to her were Xiaoyan and Graffiti. As she rose, Xiaoyan immediately asked in a low voice, "How do you feel? Where does it still hurt?"
"I'm okay now," You Mingxu replied.
Graffiti who was next to her also turned his head. It was unclear when he had regained consciousness; his tiger-like eyes reddish as they focused on You Mingxu, he looked as if he was about to say something.
"This is not your fault. The warehouse, the heat, the water, the bombs, it was all planned by Yin Chen." She said.
Her words brought tears to Graffiti's eyes again. He turned away, staring resolutely at the road ahead.
